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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Orange you glad I didn't say banana?

I have a confession to make: I like to take pictures in grocery stores. Well, I like to take pictures pretty much everywhere, and of everything. But grocery stores have had a special appeal to me ever since I first realized I enjoyed looking at the world through the barrel of a lens.

Perhaps it's because of the sheer inappropriateness of it all. Grocery stores don't exist as ersatz studios for budding photographers. You're supposed to go in, get your food, pay for it, and get out. Spontaneous photo shoots aren't supposed to be part of the experience. Yet in my strange little world, they are.

I can't explain it now any better than I could when I first started pulling my camera out in the fruit-and-vegetable section. Maybe I should spend less time explaining and more time shooting.

In the meantime, here's a bunch of bananas. Because bananas are always up for a little optical adventure. The real question, however, is: Are you?

1 comment:

Ever since you first shared about grocery store managers not appreciating you taking pictures of their produce (fearing, I believe, that you were aiding and abetting their competition), I've both wanted to take photos in a store myself and feared getting thrown out. Obviously the scolding hasn't really fazed you!